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Snape sat with his hand at his temple wondering whether he should even bother to inform the headmaster of the whole event. On one hand, it would most definitely earn Potter a detention, but on the other, he would have a lot of explaining to do. He could almost hear the conversation all ready.
"Headmaster, I discovered Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy making out in the hallway during class hours and now Potter has gotten himself turned into a mouse. What do we do?"
Yes that sounded like a wonderful waste of his time. The better thing to do would be to grant the lot of them detention, including Ms. Granger for conjuring the contract in the first place.
The potions professor sighed deeply and looked lamely at the sight before him. He had to pull the both of them into his personal office to avoid unwanted attention from his now neglected class. That may have been a mistake as now Malfoy was sitting in the corner of the room rocking the mouse in the palm of his hand, eyes watering like he could burst at any moment. The mouse on the other hand looked completely content. Just like Potter to take advantage of every situation.
"So let me understand this, Mr. Malfoy, you stole Mr. Potter's broom stick and forced him to sign a contract saying he would serve you for two weeks or never have it returned to him, correct?"
The blonde pet his mouse on the head softly and nodded shakily, "Yes sir."
He looked to the rodent and pursed his lips, "Well there is only one thing I can do until this whole mess is sorted out." He stood, walked over to the distressed student, and put out his hand, "Give me the mouse Mr. Malfoy and head on to class. The other students infected by this love potion have been released as well until a cure is made by myself."
The blonde looked at him like he was crazy, "What?"
"I will take Potter, put him in a nice cage, and you will go to class."
His gray eyes grew three times in size, "You are not putting my Harry in a nasty wire cage!" He squeezed the little animal to his chest. Snape thought he could almost see it turning purple through the fir.
"Draco, I do not have time for this. My class is sitting unattended at this moment and I can't afford to waste any more time here with the two of you." He reached down, grabbed a hold of Potter, and pulled up. Much to his, and almost definitely Harry's, dismay, Draco pulled back.
The two yanked back and forth for a few moments, both hissing curses in the others direction until Harry decided he'd had enough and bit hard on Snape's hand. The professor flew back with a yelp, shaking his hand vigorously while Draco dropped the agitated mouse on the floor.
Draco and Snape both recovered and threw themselves at him, knocking into each other and falling flat on the stone floor while Harry, totally annoyed at this point, rushed out of the room and down the dungeon hallway.
Snape managed to pull himself up and stumble out to see where the creature was headed and ran out after him. This was going to be a long day.
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Harry scurried as quickly as he could down the school corridors, turning every chance he got. His mind was racing, switching from how long he was going to be in detention, to Draco's new completely mental state, to how many crumbs he could gather at dinner. (It was not easy to keep a steady train of thought when little mouse instincts kept trying to take over.)
He dashed down and into the library hoping to find someone to help him or temporary hiding spot from his psycho stalkers.Only thing he knew for sure washe was not staying a mouse for three days because his tongue slipped!
"That was almost a disaster." Harry froze at the sound of Blaise's voice. Shouldn't he be in class? He peeked around one of the book cases and spotted Blaise sitting across from Tal looking very nervous, like he'd just stollen a first years card collection or something.
Tal snorted, "That was entirely your fault, but fortunately, things worked out."
Harry blinked at the conversation. What worked out?
"That dance is in a week, do you think Professor Snape will have the antidote by then?"
"Most definitely. He is going to get it brewed as quickly as possible, especially since his favorite student is acting like a love struck teen thrown up into a group of happy clouds."
Blaise tapped the table a couple of times, "Kind of interesting to see him acting like that actually." He laughed, "Maybe it was a good idea to slip him that potion."
Tal rolled his eyes, "Yes it was, but we're not done yet, remember?" Harry gawked at the two for a moment longer before pulling back. That explained a lot. The whole reason Draco liked him was because of some stupid love potion.
He turned feeling like a giant piece of lead had just been dumped on his head. He didn't even notice Mrs. Norris until she landed right in front of him looking like she'd been deprived of food for a month and a half.
Dang it.
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Snape gave up his search after about an hour and decided that he had to tell Dumbledore. He dragged himself to the headmaster's office and knocked heavily on his door, "Albus!" The door opened revealing the old wizard behind a desk with Harry seated right across from him, "Potter?"
Harry was sitting slumped over with a very nasty look on his face, "Hello professor."
Dumbledore was smiling one of his famous grins and motioned for Snape to sit, "No need to explain Severus, Harry explained everything to me after I saved him from a rather hungry cat in the library."
Snape pursed his lips, "I didn't send the cat after him Headmaster."
The old man shook his head, "No, of course not, but we need to discuss a few things. Starting with canceling the curse on this contract and ending with a very long discussion with a third year student by the name of Tal."
The potions master blinked and looked from thegrinning Headmaster to the devastated Harry. He knew this was going to waste his time.
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